DoubleHelix

May 11 - May 12, 2016: I am on the street, desirous of entering a house. For some reason the ground floor entrance cannot be utilized and a ladder has been erected to a second story window. I have no memory of ascending the ladder. I am inside with a group of five or six colleagues. We are trying to schedule a plaintiff EBT. We have significant concerns regarding bad weather. A heavy snow has been forecast for the next day when the EBT has been scheduled to take place, and this had led to the discussion at hand regarding scheduling.

A young, thin, dark-haired female colleague says she is going to be wearing her pair of tight black ski pants if the weather is bad. I do my best Groucho Marx impression and Groucho Marx walk saying "That's the most ridiculous thing I've ever heard." This comes off very awkwardly. When I do my Groucho Marx stride in the tight quarters of the conference room I bumped into her face-to-face and accidentally get an elbow full of her right breast which is very soft. Under the circumstances it is a particularly awkward moment.

Our concern about a heavy snowfall for the next day is odd because I am able to look out a window where a large tree sports beautiful fall colored leaves. I can readily appreciate the subtle red, gold, and brown hues of the leaves on this nearby tree and the more distant vista of a forest in full fall color which is also easily appreciated from inside the room.

The scene shifts. I am outside in my car. In front of me is a four-way intersection. There is a huge pothole that takes up approximately 85% of the intersection. I want to pass the pothole to the right but would need to maneuver my car well into the intersection coming in on my right. A car and driver waiting in the intersection to my right has pulled up too far into the intersection to allow me to do this. His car blocks my desired path and precludes me from going around the pothole. I am greatly annoyed by this and think to myself that he is an idiot. I am going to have to drive up onto the curb and sidewalk to get around this pothole. I wake. The time is 4:09 AM.

May 15-May 16, 2016: S. and A. are in a room with a wooden floor. They appear to be ages four and two respectively. There is no furniture in the room. S. wants his eyes covered so he can sleep. I try fitting a sock over his head but this does not fit well and he doesn’t like it. I then try a green colored woolen cap. This fits just fine and he's happy with it. He walks over to the far side of a mattress which is placed on the floor and I lose sight of him.

A. is being a bit of a recalcitrant child - in other words, her usual self. She is refusing to go into the shower or take a bath. Instead, she is washing herself down with a washcloth on the wood floor.

The scene morphs, and I find myself in a kitchen. I am facing an old style gas stove. It appears as if water has been poured onto the stove and has filled up the area where the gas jets protrude through the stove. It looks as if L. has tried to boil water on two out of the four of the jets without using a pot. The water is in fact, very hot. In addition, when I confront her with this I also asked her about the whereabouts of her cell phone. I do this because I believe she is on call and I don’t want to be disturbed at night by calls to our home phone. She gives me a vague and indirect answer on the whereabouts of her phone. I get angry about the stove and her failure to answer my direct question about the phone and start to yell at her. I angrily tell her “Listen to my question. Answer only the question that I asked.” She finally tells me that her cell phone is right there in the kitchen.

I go over to inspect the stove. Although old, it appears to be clean and in excellent working condition. L. complains that she wants a new one. I opened the oven door and see that it is almost pristine inside. I then closely inspect a metal label affixed to the front of the stove and learn that the stove is from 1972. I think to myself that the stove in this condition is probably worth a decent amount of money - maybe even as an antique. I tell her it would be fine with me if we sell the stove and get a new one. The dream fades and I wake. Time is 10:49pm.

May 10-May 11, 2016: Dream #1 of 3: I am in my newly purchased house. The sheet rock walls are water damaged and wavy to an unacceptable degree. I am discussing possible remedies with Lynne, including removal of all the sheet rock which I'm concerned will be expensive. The scene morphs and I am in a closed off room of the house transferring yellow liquid between 100 mL syringes with varying gauge needles some of which are very, very thin and ineffectual. Some of the needles are larger gauge. I am also attempting to use aquarium tubing in a Rube Goldberg type set up to do the transfers between syringes. A lot of the liquid is being spilled into a blue plastic basin over which I am working.

The liquid is some kind of new conduit for the distribution of music. It needs to be injected into a computer mouse or inserted into a computer port in order to play. In the course of manipulating and transferring this liquid, I injected it into a 250 mL IV medication bag. When I do, thousands of flecks of glitter form into the number “39.” I am surprised. It is quite beautiful though, with all kinds of rainbow colors. I wake. 1:40 AM.

May 10 - 11, 2016: Dream 3 of 3: I am on a beach which I initially think is on Long Island, but clearly it is not because I spy a sea turtle laying her eggs in a dug out hole just before I step on her. I conclude I am on vacation on a tropical island. I move backwards without looking to give the turtle room and privacy, and fall into yet another hole in the sand. Luckily, I fall onto the outer rim of the hole. I prop myself on my elbows and heels while still on my back and move away as if I were a crab. At my feet I see the first of many heads pop out of the sand. Baby turtles in large numbers appear from beneath the sand, blink their yellow mucus filled eyes as if the sun is too bright, and then begin to scramble off towards the water's edge. One of the babies momentarily flips onto its back, exposing his white belly in its haste to get to the water. Its tiny flippers are flapping furiously until it rights itself. All this activity comes to the attention of multiple people on the beach who have now gathered to watch. Unfortunately, seagulls have also noticed the turtles and several of the babies get snatched up and flown away. I say something aloud to the crowd about “that is how nature is.”

After a while when the activity has wound down, I go walking along the water's edge. I come across yet another turtle, but this one is fully submerged at the water's edge, head towards the sea. Her egg-laying tube is immensely long - about 2 1/2 feet. She remains fully underwater while laying her eggs in what appears to be a natural cave-like hole beneath my feet. An official uniformed conservation manager shows me what is really going on. There is a man made contraption buried into the sand for this very purpose in order to keep the turtle and her eggs safe. He opens the lid and leans it back so that I can see inside. There are 40 or so blue opalescent eggs with white streaks that look like they are made of ultra smooth, shiny, polished stone. They are magnificent. Almost jewel like. The turtle is dropping them into this "cave" at a slow steady pace.

I eventually move on and arrive at a sturdy wooden kiosk like structure at the top of the beach well away from the water. A woman and two men occupy the shady space about 6 feet off of the ground. I call up a question to the woman employee. "How is it possible for the eggs to survive underwater in the absence of oxygen?" I ask her if there is some type of metabolic process going on inside the egg that produces oxygen for the embryos. I give her an example of a carbohydrate breaking down into a simple sugar plus a water molecule and ask her if the oxygen atom from two molecules of water can disassociate then come together inside the egg to produce a molecule of oxygen? She says to me "That's a great question!" She picks up a rectangular shaped microphone from her desktop and speaks into it. "Attention.... Attention.... Attention Google." She then repeats my question into the microphone as if she is querying Siri. I wake. 5:14am.

May 6, 2016: I lace up a pair of foul weather hiking boots. I need to use the bathroom inside the movie theater. It is disgusting and run down to the point where I don't even want to touch the entrance door. I use my booted left foot to push open the door and then approach a bare concrete cinder block wall where there is a trough. I start to pee against the wall and my urine runs down the wall into the trough.

A man enters the bathroom, and is standing to my left while I pee. He has a thin catalog open to a page which has an illustration of a creepy looking doll which resembles a Tim Burton characterization of a popular or famous actress. The female doll is Frankenstein-like with surgical sutures on its face and is dressed like a pilgrim in black and white. The man seems concerned that the likeness of the doll's face to a famous actress will prompt a lawsuit. I advised him to simply make a small change to the appearance of the doll and that if he did so I didn't think he would get sued since the doll was not likely to have much sale volume potential. I finished peeing and we exit the bathroom.

We are now outside the bathroom in the lobby area of the movie theater and the conversation switches to kites. I start pontificating on the Revolution kite, and give him the pros and cons of purchasing a less expensive model of Revolution kite first as a “beater" while he learns to fly. Afterwards, he can purchase a more expensive model. I tell him that if he flies the kite in his yard at a party, his guests will be very impressed. Apparently, I had previously promised to upload information on my Revolution kite online for his benefit, but hadn't done so as of this conversation. I find a black straw on the floor of the movie theater. It is very stiff and covered in part by a cellophane wrapper. I removed the remnant of the wrapper and show it to the man as an example of the carbon fiber frame inside the Revolution kite. I wake.

April 21, 2016 LUCID DREAM # 16: WBTB: I am flying- initially non-lucid. I suddenly realize, I must be dreaming! High above the ground, no reality check is required! I look about and find that I am flying over a modestly sized city-scape comprised of about 60% high-rise buildings. There is fresh snow on the roof-tops. The air is clear, bright, and spring-like. I have no recollection of wind or temperature, but I am periodically flying in and amongst birds, many, but not all of which are pigeons. The frequency and variety of bird-calls is high, consistent with a spring morning...and SO REAL!! The bird calls are completely familiar from real life, although I cannot name the species.

I swoop down and snag a handful of snow off of the edge of one of the buildings with my right hand. It has the coarse gravel-like texture of the icy mix typical of New England, not the nice fluffy snow of the western USA. I rub the handful of snow under my left armpit and I can feel its cold, gritty wetness as if it I were awake and this was “real life” and I am STUNNED...floored in fact by the “reality” of this sensation and the clarity and detail of this LD.

Off in the distance I see a building whose upper reaches at this altitude and from my viewing angle is reminiscent of the outline of a favorite toy character, Gumby. I will the building to >>BE<< Gumby, and when I look back a second time, it has indeed transformed into Gumby, complete with green color, eyes, smile, arms and split-base legs! A second, far more distant building apparently has also transformed, except that it is the pinkish color of an pencil eraser, and the building’s radio/TV antenna is still sticking up into the sky. I am GREATLY amused by this!

I remember descending, but do not remember landing on the ground. I find myself on the concrete “patio” of an inexpensive hotel. I (rather brazenly) slide open the sliding glass doors and enter without invitation to find four barely-out-of-high-school aged boys lounging on the nearest of two beds, having very nearly finished off the last of a six pack of Corona beer. Four empty beer bottles and a box of Cheeze-Its are on the rumpled bedspread, and two fellows (standing) are holding bottles that have maybe an inch of golden-yellow beer remaining in them. A conversation ensues in which I ask if any of them knew if there were any women about with whom to have sex. They appear too young and demure to have seriously considered this as an option for themselves, and so they say (paraphrasing) “No, but if you want, go ahead and check.”

The end of their bed is on my right. There is a chair and round table to the left, followed by a longish counter with drawers, upon which sits a (non-flat screen) TV. There is a framed mirror on the wall. I look at my reflection. I look JUST LIKE the TV character Richie Cunningham from Happy Days! I am wearing a denim jacket. In the right breast pocket I can feel a thin wallet. I somehow know if I take it out and open it I can learn my dream identity, but I’m more interested in finding a woman with whom to have sex. I turn away from the mirror, walk past the end of the second bed in the room (on my right), past the alcove containing clothes hangers and the fold-out canvas thing hotels provide on which you can put your luggage, and open the door and exit.

I turn to look at the room number so I know where to return. It is 17. I look a second time and it has changed to 69-C! I look away a third time and when I look back it has changed AGAIN! Dammit! How am I going to find this room again where the rightful occupants seem to not object to me bringing a woman if I find one????

Out in the hall I find I am in luck. The room is a CORNER ROOM! That helps alot. I turn my back on the hall and walk to the corner, and lo and behold - right there, only steps from the door is a young, attractive woman about the age of 19. She is adorable - with a short brown hair cut like a bowl.
Me: “Would you like to have sex?”
Her: “YES!”
Me: “Have you ever had sex before?”
Her: “Yes, but I’ve never reached perfection.”
Me: “Well, practice makes perfect!” - I think to myself - I’m fucking clever even in my dreams!!!

I take her hand and lead her into the room. My God! Her hands are as soft and as real as any young woman with whom I have held hands. Again, I’m stunned by the seeming reality of this dream! I am also increasingly aware that she is not a particularly intelligent DC, and my morality starts kicking in even more. OK..she’s not a virgin...and she seems non-plussed about having sex with me even though there are four other guys in the room. Lets see where this goes.

For some reason I decide to throw back the bedspread on the bed furthest from the door which has the beer bottles and the Cheeze-Its on it to prepare it for our encounter. From that point on I never see any of the four boys in the room again. While I’ve had my back turned to this utterly adorable woman while stripping back the bedspread, SHE has stripped down completely naked! I turn back to her and she is doing light jumping jacks adjacent to the pile of her clothes on the floor at her feet. Her breasts are bouncing very provocatively to my shocked delight! I IMMEDIATELY get the impression that someone who has had sex with her before had encouraged (taught?) her to do this for their own lascivious entertainment, capitalizing on her simple nature to get her to do it. No matter, it IS very erotic, and I'm happy to be the incidental beneficiary! I love it!

I put my hands on her shoulders and lower her arms to her side and lay her supine at the bottom of the bed. I am still fully clothed. I start to kiss her and am enjoying it even though I discover she is VERY unschooled in kissing. After a moment she declares “No more kissing!” so I descend a bit to her breasts where I enjoy myself kissing, nibbling, sucking, squeezing and (frankly) manhandling her C cup sized breasts. After a moment of doing this I start to worry the next thing she will say is “No more fondling!” so I descend with my mouth even further south.

My activity in this region (to keep this no more than R rated) is having quite an effect. My hands are cupping her buttocks to insure optimal contact between us, and after a moment her hands cover mine and I can feel the pressure and her muscle tension building in her thighs. She suddenly grabs two handfulls of sheets and I hear her say. “Oh, god......ohhhh, god......OHHHHHHH, GOD!!!!!! I look up without breaking contact. Her eyes are wide, her mouth open, and her chest is convulsing. I am EXTREMELY pleased with myself. She asks “What was THAT????" It suddenly dawns on me this woman has never before had an orgasm...and is in fact not even AWARE of the word “orgasm” to describe what just happened! I reflect back on our first conversation and respond “That was Perfection!” Her (almost shouting): “Perfection!!! I reached PERFECTION!!!”

The last thing I remember before waking up is laughing at her joy and her exclamation. Wake time = 4:53am.

Gee...not bad. June 10th (#13) and now again on June 18! In the pre-lucid part of the dream, I walked up the broad driveway (2 1/2 cars wide) of our our first house after marriage. There was a coffee cup (same as we had then and still use today) on the concrete right at the threshold of the driveway and the garage proper. I walked past it to the rear of the garage to the entrance door of our den and living room. I entered, and looked around. There was no furniture, as if we had just moved out that very day. I then realized "Wait a minute...I don't live here! This is our OLD house! I must be dreaming!" The scene immediately seemed to increase in detail 10 fold, or else it was just because I now knew I was dreaming that I started paying attention.

The first thing I did was MY style "reality check." I made a small jump into the air - sure enough - I floated right up and slooooowly descended. I love the special physics of lucid dreams! Anyway, I looked around, marveling at all the detail, took in the lawn of my across the street neighbor, what little blue sky and sunlight that I could see from the garage. It was obviously summer.

Then I spied a woman in the across-the-street garage. She was dressed in a deep blue summer smock with pink and white accents. She saw me and walked down her driveway, crossed the street and entered my garage. She was wearing large-ish medium dark sunglasses made of plastic (my wife has a pair very much like them) which prevented me from seeing her eyes. She looked to be about 40 years old. Decent body. I float-flew past her and exhaled more or less right in her face to see if she knew I was there, or if I was invisible. She knew I was there. I tried to "will her" to expose her breasts, but she was resistant to my efforts. It seems I might have pissed her off a bit when I breathed in her face, so now she was uncooperative. I struggled to exert my will over her to get her to expose her tits, and in so doing, ended up waking up.

Damn! Oh well... maybe next time.

April 5, 2015: I am at my office in M*****. There is a yellow “caution” tape across the entrance to my office in the shape of an “X”. The contents of all my desk drawers and files are in boxes outside the door. Anthony B. tells me my stuff is being moved to our new office. He won’t let me help. He tells me “Let THEM do it” in a way that indicates that packing and moving my stuff is too menial for me to be involved with. I reach into one of the cardboard boxes and remove a silver water pitcher.

I wander outside the building with the pitcher in hand. I walk along a concrete path with a large body of water like a great lake or bay on my right side. The water is even with the concrete surface I am walking on. I begin to pour water out of the pitcher into the water on my right. It pours and pours and pours in a volume far in excess of the pitcher, as if it belonged to a magician. Something about this strikes me as very odd...and then I realize...I’m dreaming! This is a dream. My body is laying in bed and I’m having a lucid dream!

It occurs to me I need to test this to be sure, so I take a modest leap into the air...not a huge one, since I’ve made that mistake before and gone rocketing off with no control. I ascend smoothly on a vertical trajectory to a height of around 200 yards and come to a stop...and I couldn’t be more delighted! As I ascend I catch a glimpse of my body reflected in the mirror-like glass windows of the adjacent building as I fly up. I momentarily see myself, apparently dressed in jeans, moving upward with legs stretched quite a bit like in a fun-house mirror due to the distortion caused by waviness of the glass windows. From the vantage point of the altitude that I reach I can see houses and buildings across the water and all around me in the immediate neighborhood. Initially they are out of focus and poorly detailed, then snap inexplicably into sharp focus with no effort on my part. I love the colors of the sky and the buildings! They are so rich and saturated!

While I’m admiring the scenery, turning on axis looking from house to building to water, a bird or something bird-like flies past me at high speed. It occurs to me that if I fly after it, maybe I can transform it into an attractive woman for a romantic encounter. I try to fly in pursuit, but I’m powerless to move since I have nothing but air to push against. I try to will myself to fly, but it doesn’t help a bit. Without warning the scene fades to black and I wake up.

Pre-lucid, I was in a retail store near the check-out counter when I spotted a wooden toy that enthralled me in my youth. It was a wooden propeller on a stick that you could spin in your palms and then release, whereupon it would fly into the air then gracefully descend.

Just before leaving the store, I put it back and did not buy it. I leave the store in the company of others. We arrive at the crossing light on Old Country Road in my ancestral home town. When the light changes so we can cross, I run into the street. Mid-way across I jump into the air more out of happiness and youthful exuberance than any other reason. When I do so, I am shocked to fly into the air! I immediately realize I am dreaming and go 100% lucid.

I am thrilled at seeing my old neighborhood from the air! I can see down the block, and spy my mother standing on the stoop of our home, and then walking down the driveway away from me. My forward motion while flying is quite slow. I feel like I'm moving through jello. I ascend up to a power line and lean back against it, intending to slingshot myself forwards so I can hail my mother. This works, but I eventually slow down again to about twice walking speed.

When I am close enough, I yell "Look Ma, I'm flying!!" First time she does not hear me, second time she and several others do, and I'm thrilled that someone has actually seen me fly like I'd told them so many times I could.

I am aware that this is all a dream and that my real life body is home in bed. Unfortunately, this thought causes me to wake.

LUCID DREAM # 10- THIRD WILD SUCCESS

January 18, 2015: Background: Megavitamin BID, 5-HTP 100mg h.s., 8mg Galantamine + 500mg Choline @ 4:00am: I go immediately back to bed after taking G and Ch. As usual, I have trouble falling asleep immediately. Had two short dream scenes in which I was 100% lucid, but could not get to “form” properly and lost after only a few moments. In the first, an attractive long, dark haired woman was slinging her pocketbook over her left shoulder - the arm furthest from me. The scene around her is vague and poorly detailed. I “yell" with my inner voice, “focus" but the scene fades instead and I “wake” a bit, recollecting that I’d taken supplements and was trying to induce an LD. After a short interval of steady breathing and relaxation with nothing more than black blankness, a scene develops in which I am making a purchase of some kind and go to the check-out counter. The “counter” greatly resembles a cheap faux-leather weight lifting bench more than a check-out counter. The woman behind the counter is the Russian woman from the movie Dodgeball with her hair up in buns and buck teeth. As this is happening, I “wake" as I hear Lynne come into the master bedroom accompanied by the sound of the door bottom scraping over the deep pile carpet as she opens, enters, and then closes the bedroom door. I hear her open the bathroom door and make her usual morning sounds for a while. I am aware that I am in my bed trying to LD, so I keep my eyes closed and remain still. This, it turns out is a FALSE AWAKENING. Lynne NEVER came into the bedroom. It was a dream all along. THIS segues into a full blown LD that lasts approximately 20 minutes.

January 18, 2015: Lucid dream: I find myself in an industrial size kitchen with Jenny G******t and Lynne. Jenny looks to be about 30 or so, Lynne looks her current age. I am 100% aware from the outset that this is a dream based upon the completely foreign setting, and because Jenny is there and way too young. I look around the huge kitchen. Lots of stainless steel appliances, pots, pans, utensils and counter tops. The walls themselves appear to be rough concrete - meant to be functional for the purpose of preparing meals for several hundred people the expense of any attractiveness. I walk up to Jenny intent on proving this is a dream. “What was the name of your first husband, I ask.” "Bob," she replies. I think to myself “Shit, she got that right.” I go up to Lynne. “What is your birthday?” She gives me a nonsensical answer and I think “WoooHoo, I’m dreaming!”

I leave the kitchen via an arched passageway that is reasonably well lit, but seems like a catacomb with built in recesses and shelves. Everyone I see is OLD, with grey hair. Not one person looks less than 80. I begin to fear I too am old, and have been committed to this horrid nursing home type place along with other aged and infirmed people in an institution whose kitchen I have just left.

As I walk the hall I come upon a man lying flat in a hospital bed against the right-hand wall. His head is away from me as I approach. The bed rails are down. He is covered by sheets but for some reason I think he has had an amputation of his right leg. I go up to him. He is reading a book in bed. I ask to see it and he hands it to me. There is a picture on the cover of a woman in a modern gymnasium setting lying flat on one of the workout machines. The picture is too small to make out much more than the fact that she is naked. The book appears to be her self-published book on bodybuilding while naked. The man throws back the sheets and I am relieved to see he has two good legs. He gets out of bed and walks from the direction I have just come, so I drop the book on his now empty bed and continue on my way.

I come upon a window on the left side of the catacomb wall which is an arched bricked affair with no glass - like you might see in a medieval castle. Inside the hall the only perceptible color is an institutional flat off-white. Outside, somewhat below me, are dozens of peaked houses with brightly colored wooden trim, shining in the bright daylight. From the window I can make out green, red, yellow and blue painted wood-trimmed Alpine--like houses built into numerous hill sides! I immediately want to escape to the outside, but fear that as a resident of this place, an alarm will sound the moment I try to escape. While looking down out of the window, I see there is an alley immediately below me where a bunch of men (employees of the facility in which I am trapped) are smoking cigarettes. I leave the window and walk on. Very shortly I come upon a short passageway also off to my left which has a very substantial door at its end. I immediately realize I have no chance whatsoever of getting out that way, but I go to try the door handle anyway. Just as I reach for the handle, the door is opened from the outside by one of the men from the alley! I am startled when he holds the door open for me and allows me to exit. My immediate concern is that I will quickly be pursued like an escaped prisoner, but no alarm is raised...so out I go!

As I walk past the remainder of the men in the alley, I ask “Where are we?” I am told “London!” Out the alley I turn left onto a much broader street. I can see it remains fairly level as far as I can see, but all the streets off of it to the right appear “down hill” and those on the left are up a bit. Because I’m concerned about being old (after all, I was in a nursing home) I chose to stay on the level road, worried that if I go downhill on one of the side streets I won’t be able to walk back up, and if I go uphill it will tax my abilities. At the first intersection I approach, a Bobby in full uniform complete with hat, whistle and gold buttons is seen standing in the middle of the road. He immediately waves me safely across to the right side of the street, and I walk down the right hand sidewalk past pubs, storefronts, and walls with air conditioners sticking out through them. The Bobby is the last dream character I see. The street has no other people or cars on it. On my left (across the street) a large blue-water harbor glistens in the sun. No boats are upon the water. However, there are light poles and benches for sitting at intervals. I walk down my side of the street marveling at all the detail. I actually laugh out loud in my dream when I remind myself that incredibly, this is a dream! I know exactly who I am, and that I’m really in my bed sleeping and dreaming and that I got “here” by taking supplements! Even more amazing, while walking down the street ruminating over where my real life self was, I remembered that in real life I had finished upgrading some parts on one of my model helicopters and if I was going to test fly it, I needed to get up early before it started to rain! After a few more moments of wandering, I decided I needed to wake up and do that. Since the dream was kind of boring with no dream characters in sight, I told myself to wake up, and I woke up! Wake time = 7:00am.

LUCID DREAM # 9 - SECOND WILD SUCCESS

December 25, 2014: Megavitamin, 5-HTP, 8mg Galantamine + 500mg Choline: WILD #2: I am at a desk in an office or a classroom type setting. There is a dream character, an overweight, middle-aged caucasian man in a dark sweater sitting in a chair at the left corner of my desk facing to my right as I face him from my chair behind the desk. He seems not particularly intelligent and is essentially non-responsive when I try and engage him in conversation. He ignores me even when I throw a pencil at him and hit him in the chest. I direct my attention further into the room. There is a woman who looks like a teacher. She is standing to the left of a large, square “blackboard” which is really an LCD television. She holds a wood pointer in her right hand, but the screen, although illuminated, is blank. I wake. One of my shortest and least eventful LD's ever.

December 25, 2014: Non-Lucid: I am in the operating room with L. C. I am on the assistant’s side of the table. The disinterested surgeon is sitting in a chair in the room as we obtain hemostasis in anticipation of closing the mammoth chest (the size of an oil tank!) of the patient. There are lap pads stuffed everywhere inside the patient, maybe 20 - 30 or more. There are numerous arterial and venous bleeders on the chest wall, and the surgeon does not want us to use Weck clips on them. Despite this, upon discussion with L., I start applying Weck clips to some medium and large venous bleeders and one weak arterial bleeder by picking them up with a forceps. One of the exposed veins I pick up is very long, about 3 cm, white and sclerotic in appearance. I advise the circulating nurse that there are a shit-ton of laps in the patient, so she had better start counting early. I wake.

November 28, 2014: I am a naval officer on a destroyer or battleship. While the crew and I slept an earthquake or some type of natural catastrophe causes an entire Caribbean island to sink below the water about 6 feet, sinking several of the fleets ships that were moored there, but not ours. There was also a tidal wave associated with this event that damaged two ships which were out at sea. Those two ships, heavily damaged and looking old and rusted are steaming their way at a good speed towards the sunken island port. No one is at the helm. They are out of control. One runs aground in the shallows where the island used to be, and the second one (quite by accident) travels through a channel towards an interior island port - or at least where one used to be before it sunk an additional six feet. Still, it is a dead end, and it too eventually grounds itself, causing the crew to jump off onto a sandy just-above-sea-level beach.

On my ship there is bedlam. People are trying to squeeze past each other through the narrow ships corridors. I am in the company of my girlfriend, an absolutely gorgeous, tall, thin, quiet blonde woman of about 28. She is utterly serene. We are far beyond simply being in love...we are true-to-life soul-mates. The pure, genuine love that she feels for me and I feel for her is unparalleled and has never been matched in real life. She is topless, with her right breast tucked with perfect comfort into my left chest and armpit as my left arm circles her back with my hand resting on her left hip. Neither of us wants to be anywhere but where we are at that moment despite all that is happening. Naomie Harris, in the guise of Tia Dalma from the movie Pirates of the Caribbean is in the corridor with us. She looks at us and speaks to us in her movie character voice: “What ‘ave we ‘ere? True love is what dat be...no doubt in dat...no doubt a’ tall.” She is absolutely 100% correct. I perceive the POWER of this love into the deepest depths of my being down to the cellular level. This is a sensation I have never known in my waking life. It is amazing...ineffable...defies description. If you could feel this sensation in real life you would be instantly addicted.

My duty at this time and under these circumstances is to try and find the captain. I believe he has either jumped or fallen overboard, so I jump down and initially land on what appears to be our ship’s dive platform a few feet above the water line from which I can gaze into the gorgeous clear blue-green Caribbean water. From there I wade onto a narrow beach of white sand and continue to look into the water for portions of the sunken island, ship parts, or fellow sailors. I wake.

WBTB at 2:15am: I am on the ground floor of what appears to be an office building milling about with many other people. There is quite a crowd, and it is hard for me to make my way to where I want to go, which is to to a room with a microwave to heat my container of soup. I actually had to wait for a phalanx of military style men to march past, three abreast. There was about 60 or so of them.

I take my soup outside to get away from the crowd, find a concrete path and follow it away leaving all the people behind. I quickly find myself in a barren desert-like scene with only sun, sand, and rocks. I am alone, a long way from anyone, when I begin to be overtaken from behind by four men in their middle 20‘s. They are not outright hostile, but neither are they particularly friendly. I am concerned mostly because I am outnumbered. They slowly overtake me (walking) and pass around me as a group, at which time I say to a couple of them “How are you doing?” but they keep walking with little response (that I can remember).

Up ahead I approach a scene in which two men (not the ones who walked past me) are sexually assaulting a third man. One is laying on top of the man kissing him. The man being kissed does not seem all that interested in being kissed. The second man in the assault is not really doing anything, but standing by at their feet. I grow immediately uncomfortable and fearful and turn to make an expedited exit from the scene. As I flee, I flap my arms and become airborne. I immediately realize I am dreaming. This is a DREAM!!!

I continue to fly away gaining altitude, and now I can appreciate the scene and sky, which is a beautiful slate gray and pink towards the horizon off to my right. I remember the man being assaulted, and now with the encouragement that this is a dream, turn in flight, find the path from above, and follow it back. I “zoom in” more like a scene out of a film than fly. I do not find any of the three men, but do arrive at a sandstone/red rock butte which looks EXACTLY like Merrick’s Butte in Navajo County Arizona which has square “windows” carved into it indicating it has been carved out inside to some extent and is being used as someone’s abode. Somehow I know it belongs to the man who was being assaulted, and I float up to the partially board-covered entrance.

I knock on the door and a female child’s voice asks “Who’s there?” I make a silly knock-knock joke (can no longer remember what I said in response, but it was nonsensical and silly) and the man/father lifts the board and lets me inside their house/fortress since I am viewed as a friend and the girl is utterly intrigued by my ability to float/fly. I ask the man if the men who were attacking him can get up this high and he says, no, not yet, but they have tried. I wake. Time = 3:56am.

FINALLY! After SIX months, my first - and a most awsome LD it was!

OK...It's 4:18 am local time and I just woke up from my first LD after "trying" since March. Well, it sure was worth the wait. I'm sure it sets no records, but it had to have lasted every bit of ten minutes. Plenty of time for a first one. I was completely lucid! It started off (pre-lucid) with me kicking off my shorts, like I often do. Sometimes I catch them in the air (in RL) but in my dream they ended up in a small pile of clothes on the floor of a strange room. When I bent down to retrieve my shorts, I had to sort through the clothes in the pile. There was a VERY sexy white lingerie outfit and a girl's panties. That was REALLY odd...next thing you know, I realize it's because I'm dreaming!!!

Fully lucid, and completely aware I'm dreaming, I started looking around the strange room. There was a bed, a dresser and two doors. Now that I knew I was dreaming and I could do whatever I wanted to without consequence, I started snooping through the drawers of the dresser looking for more sexy underwear, something I would NEVER do in real life! I didn't find any, and I realized I could be doing SO MANY other things that were more fun, so I started float-flying from one wall of the room to the other. I pushed off from a wall, and floated (and sometimes very artfully tumbled!) from one wall to the next. After several trips back and forth, I noticed I was leaving glowing green hand prints on the wall! Hey, I'm dreaming, what do >>I<< care, plus, it's not my house! So I kept on floating, and even patted the wall to cover it with green hand prints!

I wanted to go flying OUTSIDE. I tried to push myself through the sheet rock, but no, I couldn't do it. GOD! It felt so real when I pressed against it! I tried "running" at the wall at low speed, and almost hurt myself! It was a no go. I looked for a way out of the room. Two doors. One a closet with young boys clothes and ties hanging. The other? AHA!!! Out I float, turn left, and down the stairs! I pass by the kitchen entrance as I float into the living room, and I see two women, one, I thought SOUNDED like my wife, and the other female, I didn't immediately recognize. In the living room was another, slightly younger (maybe 30) year old female, and in the dining area (also adjacent to the kitchen) was a very lovely cat!

At this point, I decided to look at my hands, the "famous" experiment to do when LD'ing. WOW! Was that a trip!!! I had tapered, knobby fingers, and the shape was weird and the thumb poorly placed, PLUS I was looking at my LEFT hand palm and the thumb was on the RIGHT (backwards from RL). Totally confirmed I was LD'ing, and so off I went to pet the cat. Oh, BTW, I "decided" that I would be/remain invisible to the dream characters so I could listen to their conversations like a spy while petting the cat. Evidently this worked, because I floated around and passed right by both women in the kitchen and they didn't react at all. The cat, OTOH, did see me, and as it was VERY soft and friendly, so I settled down to pet it. It felt utterly real. It reacted JUST like a cat would in real life, turning its belly to me so I could pet it. Incredible.

The cat let me pick it up. I held it out so the dream characters could see it floating in the air! The woman in the kitchen who sounded like my wife, but didn't look much like her, and the woman who looked quite a bit like my sister Joanne, noticed the cat in mid air and realized for the first time that "I" was there, even though they could not see me! Watching their realization that there was a ghost-like presence in the room was hysterical. They didn't completely freak, but they were definitely disturbed by it.

I decided to return to my original plan and try and get outside to go flying. I had the same trouble with the glass living room window as with the sheet rock in the upstairs bedroom. I also was unable to pass through a screened window. After this I just decided to look around the house and take in the colors and details of the bed, pillows, tables, etc., and I found another cat (actually a kitten) to pet. As I was looking around rooms and checking things out and generally marveling at the "realness" of it all, I heard a thought pop up in my head saying, something akin to "This is utterly amazing, I hope I don't wake up!" and of course, I woke up!

Holy crap!!! Inadvertent high speed flying!!!

Background: I have a real life important appointment today for which I needed to get up early. I woke up (again, for real) at around 3:15am, looked at the digital clock, and went back to sleep with the aim of doing a WILD. I fell back to sleep and in my dream I was outside, half-running towards my house while slipping my arm into the sleeve of my dress shirt so I could make my appointment on time. The absurdity of me being outside and doing this did NOT cause me to become lucid. The landscape was so convincingly real it never dawned on me to do any "standard" reality check, but just for the heck of it, to prove to myself I wasn't dreaming, I broke into a full run in my dream and jumped HARD into the air.

I instantly took off at an absurdly high rate of speed and simultaneously became fully lucid! Holy CRAP, I'm dreaming!!! This is a dream!!! Not only did I feel the instantaneous shock of going from convinced I was awake to 100% certain I was lucid dreaming, but I experienced a physical sensation of flying at a ridiculous, almost out of control rate of speed I never intended. Even MORE amazing was I experienced a whole body vibration...as if I was lying down on a thousand old-fashioned electric door buzzers. It was almost orgasmic like...very pleasant but almost TOO strong.

What happened next was, to me, even more amazing. Now that I was completely lucid, and in the midst of flying (finally under some control now that the shock had worn off) I remembered that in real life I had this important appointment, and simultaneously remembered the time on the clock when I fell into this dream, and now in the dream I grew concerned about what time it was in real life, and if I was oversleeping!! I yelled at myself "Wake up Frank, wake up" and after three times, I woke up in my bedroom...or so I thought! I rolled onto my right side to look at the digital clock, and it was covered up by an absurdly large white cowboy hat. (Note to readers: My wife is into country music, and has a habit of covering the light from the clock with a wash cloth or tee shirt some nights). I got annoyed that now I was going to have to get out of bed to move the hat to see what time it was...but then I noticed the sheer size of the hat was twice normal size, plus, my wife doesn't own a white cowboy hat!!! I realized I just had a false awakening - in my sleep! And I woke up for real. The false awakening into my bedroom was so real life-like I didn't even question it until I took notice of the dimensions of the cowboy hat.